Unimaginable perhaps; but the unimaginable is there to be imagined.

I see no marks of Wordsworths style of writing or style of thinking in my own work, yet Wordsworth is a constant presence when I write about human beings and their relations to the natural world.

I don't think we are ready to die, any of us, not without being escorted.

When all else fails, philosophize.

That was our first time together. Interesting, an interesting experience, but not earth-shaking. But then, I never expected it to be earth-shaking, not with him. What I was determined to avoid was emotional entanglement. A passing fling was one thing, an affair of the heart quite another. Of myself I was fairly sure. I was not about to lose my heart to a man about whom I knew next to nothing.

There seemed nothing to do but live.

When we are stirred to lament the loss of the gods, it is more than likely the gods who are doing the stirring.